Glenn Loury and I don't see what's so bad about Anthony Weiner's sexting.

We question the denouncement of Weiner, speculate about the nature of the "arrangement" or "understanding" between Huma and Anthony (and Bill and Hillary), and compare the wrongness of sexting to pornography, adultery, and prostitution:

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"Alarmed by Eliot Spitzer’s momentum in his unexpected bid to win citywide office, an unlikely coalition of business leaders, women’s groups and labor unions..."

"... is vowing to finance an ambitious effort to thwart the former governor’s ambition," begins this NYT article.

The interest groups, which often spar with one another over competing agendas and priorities, have found rare common cause in their antipathy toward Mr. Spitzer, who infuriated the business community with his aggressive posture toward Wall Street, who offended feminists by paying for sex with prostitutes and who alienated unions by taking on a labor-backed candidate.

Kinda makes you like him, no?

And here's how Tina Brown referred to Spitzer in that "End the Damn Dickmanship!" piece that I've already blogged this morning:

He looks demented. The scimitar mouth pulled back in a mad crow of triumph, the face sweating with guilty pleasure.

That's so mean I'm starting to root for him.

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“Spitzer, you cheated on your wife!”

“You betrayed your constituents. You abandoned your wife. You betrayed everybody!”

“This is about power. You just want power, man. If you want public service go volunteer somewhere!”

“Did you leave your black socks on?”

“This is what I look forward to — dealing with the public,” said Spitzer. “This is New York. You know when we go to a ballpark we heckle the pitcher who throws one bad pitch. We have a little bit of the heckler in each one of us. At a certain point it passes the line of decorum, but this is New York. This is politics. I’m game for it. I have skin as thick as a rhinoceros.”

A rhinoceros in black socks?

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